Comfort by transit;
completion of an action state.

Energies functioning,
humbling the calling sky.

—

Omnipresent aura
disciplined and playful,

brightest
jewel in the universe.

Proud and strangely
valid.

Perfection in retrospect.
Did we, or did we not?
In mediocrity and

dysfunctional colognes,
shallowness, and complex
symmetry.

Black and white, conflict,
striving for diversity.

It will be there, always.
Surpassing the grime,
fearlessly.

Make vacant
these dirtied cupboards.

Dust ridden,
and fluff driven.

Lifeless items of
thoughtless praise.

Somebody's and
nobodys, who's to say.

Collective
discernment

determining what is
beloved, and

what gets thrown
away.

The unseen
coloured sirens,
and the kind

scaring me awake
from my
day walking fantasies—

both chasing
street lights, plus
criminals in

the loose-ends of
night.

My window
allowing each but
one party to exit,

so in my head
the other does stay.

A stain that
comes and goes;

an unpredictable
house guest.

Time falls silent

Lights vaguely
obstructed,
shimmering outside.

Tiny portions of
what things used
to look like.

Trying to forget,
sporting infamous,
five-star curiosity.

All apologies accepted,
all rewards approved.

Happy times,
important ways.

Home cooking,
frantic banter.

Drinks
poured in cups,

cigarettes in
mouths.

Strange bonds,
peculiar faces.

Vibrant
metropolis,

Hollywood
superstars

Too far,
incoherent,

incognito,
"What's a burrito?"

Deja vu,
scented paths.

Funny,
good times.

Important
ways.

On the last day
of the calendar week

the quiet folk sit
at the edge of shore
watching sun set.

Day and night
meeting in the middle,
(together a short while)

ships hardening
into black silhouettes.

Darkness spreads—
sights now set on
greeting the streets,

following me back,
among
evening cheer,

deteriorating into late-night
glimpses at mediocre peace.